yo, I'm back again, and I'm "sackin" you fuckin' haters
I'll have you seein' black, like the logo of the Oakland Raiders
Yo girl, I got her laid hurr, she hated you and got rid
So you got more fuckin' bitch slaps than the wife of Jason Kidd
No wonder yo face is fucked, you got an ugly mug, dude
Yo face is is like Jacko's nose, man, it's all chewed
And yea, that shit is tru, goin' against me, jus ain't right
Cuz the "Perfection" in my verse, is like a "Stepford House Wife"
You like to "Taste the Rainbow", (YOU FAG!) you're suckin' little
I'll have you reppin' my first intial, like a fuckin' Skittle
Yo flow is gooey like "Chocalate", but you expect a lot of flatters
You against me, I'll end up wit an upside down Marshal Mathers
drinkin' a glass of "hood", is the closest you'll get to G
I spit jus like a "dog", I got these "cats" runnin' up a tree
You "beef" instigator, I'll "cook" you "well done"
Cuz you're jus like a "burger", you go inbetween the "buns" (FAG!)